Chapter 69: One and a Half Chapters in One "The mission has been accomplished."...

When the blood moon appeared, the human emperor's face was blank.

He knew that trouble was coming, so he sent troops in a hurry, but who knew that trouble would come immediately.

The Human Emperor now wanted very much to get through to the Atlantis King.

He thought that the King of Atlantis must have resonated with his feelings at the moment.

The human emperor, Augustus, sighed heavily and pushed the black-framed glasses on his cheeks.

The temperament of this human emperor is more like that of a scholar doing research behind closed doors, rather than an imperial emperor who holds great power and is decisive in killing.

"Block the roads and order residents to take shelter in their homes," Augustus ordered coldly. "Residents of the neighborhoods illuminated by the red moon are not to leave. Anyone who disobeys this order will be killed."

The army obeyed orders and suppressed the riot.

Anyone who has entered the range of the blood moon must not leave. This order also includes the human emperor himself.

Augustus put down his knight's sword, which he was not very good at using, and picked up the emperor's scepter.

He bit his finger and smeared the blood on the gem at the top of the scepter.

"Please bless us, ancestors!"

The jade glowed, and Augustus's demeanor suddenly changed, as if he had become a battle-hardened warrior.

The "secret skills" of the human emperor, please protect me, ancestors.

This "ancestor" is not the soul of the ancestor, but the resonance of the "cognition" of ancestors by generations of human beings.

That is, the "gods" that are derived from human beings' belief in their ancestors.

Humans cannot withstand forces that exceed their physical limits. The stronger the "blessing" bestowed by the ancestors, the faster the body of the person bearing the force will collapse.

Augustus had a determined look on his face and a troubled heart.

All I wish in my life is to sit on the throne without any merit or fault. Why should I burn my life just to avoid becoming a king who destroys his country?

The distressed emperor raised his scepter, and the army rallied behind him.

A pale yellow light spread from his body to the entire army, and then spread like scales, falling on every panicked and crying resident of the imperial capital.

After they came out of their trance, the panic in their hearts seemed to be soothed by a warm hand, and they were forced to calm down.

At this time, they saw visions of their deceased ancestors.

The illusion guided them out of their irrational panic and back home to wait for rescue.

Those phantoms are like the real souls of ancestors. Their speech and expressions are exactly the same as what later generations imagine. They comfort their children like loving and strong parents.

"This is a war between gods and evil spirits. If you have been marked by the evil spirits, you will not be able to escape no matter where you flee."

"On the contrary, you stay here. Only if the gods win can they save your souls."

"So don't run around, run to a place where the gods can't see you."

"If you are powerless now, then pray for the defeat of the evil god and the victory of the gods. Prayer can surely become a weapon for the gods."

"If you can pick up a weapon, defend your home. God's salvation only comes to those who save themselves."

"Don't panic. Panic will only lead to a dead end."

"Our ancestors have all lived this way..."

Recalling the good and bad times, and talking from a high-handed perspective as someone who has experienced it.

This is the collective memory of mankind towards their ancestors.

Human beings have come a long way from being slaves, from being the creatures with the "worst innate conditions", to becoming one of the overlords of the continent.

How much has changed in just a thousand years?

No one knows the answer yet.

The silver moon tonight is not a full moon, but a full moon appears in the sky above the imperial capital.

Only the residents of the imperial capital can see this silver full moon tonight.

He was like a shield, covering the red moonlight in the center.

When the human emperor led his army to form a battle array around the Silver Moon Temple and blocked the "red moonlight" on the ground with a pale yellow aura, a figure standing in mid-air appeared at the outermost edge of the blood moon's light, where the boundary with the silver moon's light was blurred.

They held various weapons and their eyes were fixed on the red moon in the sky.

Augustus looked up.

This group of "people" dressed in silver moonlight are of different races, and the leader is wearing clothes of very ancient style.

Augustus had seen such clothes and portraits of these two people in ancient books.

A minion of the Eternal King.

Leader of the resistance.

The heroic souls of elves and humans stood on both sides of the blood-red moon, with the sharp blades of their weapons pointing towards the blood-red moon.

Augustus took off his black-framed glasses and rubbed his sore eyes.

He put his glasses back on and pointed his scepter at the open door of the Silver Moon Temple.

"Kill them all."

There was a silent killing in the sky, like a pantomime.

The sound of fighting on the ground was deafening.

…

Xia Xifeng sat by the edge of the field to rest, staring blankly at the seedlings growing in the field.

When people are very tired, their minds become blank.

He heard that big things might happen in both the Elf Empire and the Human Empire, and Mr. Amuruo just came back and left in a hurry.

A CG animation of the Elf Emperor and the Human Emperor dying in battle emerged in Xia Xifeng's mind.

How similar are the artistically processed tragic scenes to the real battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere?

No matter how similar they are, survival is the instinct of all living things. Faced with only two choices, life and death, even compromise is a luxury, and the only way is to fight to the end.

Xia Xifeng closed his eyes and took a short rest, then stood up and continued working.

Not knowing how long it would take until the end of the world, he had to come up with more improved staple food seeds that could be grown during the end of the world.

Suer finished his work ahead of schedule today and came to Hope City to relax accompanied by Amuruo's clone.

Qin Lang really has the innate holy body of an ox or horse. After much difficulty in solidifying his clone, he only had one clone handling government affairs in the city while his main body went to clean up the divine power pollution points, expand more usable land, and pick up some experience points.

Looking at Qin Lang working like a magic puppet, Suer felt embarrassed to disturb Qin Lang, so he went to the fields to look for Xia Xifeng.

Xia Xifeng was carrying a hoe, with a group of halfling farmers and cat farmers beside him.

They wore straw hats of the same style but different sizes and worked hard in the fields.

Xia Xifeng's "Four Seasons Fields" not only has four seasons, but also can adjust details such as terrain, soil, and nutrients.

The system thoughtfully set up a "model" so that Xia Xifeng can directly apply the soil structure of the main grain-producing areas in the dream world.

The clergy of the Harvest Church sat on small stools, writing furiously by the fields, with many numbers and words written on them that only they could understand.

"Teacher? Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming?" Xia Xifeng lifted up the straw hat that was protecting him from the sun.

"Another party?" Sur made a joke, and the halflings and cats all started to make fun of him.

Yes, yes, another excuse to hold a party.

Xia Xifeng waved his hand, letting the halfling and the cat continue to be busy, while he himself was lazy and went to receive the teacher.

Suer looked at Xia Xifeng's face. Although Xia Xifeng's smile was as bright as ever, Suer saw a faint blue color under Xia Xifeng's eyes.

When the two of them walked to a deserted spot under the shade of a tree to cool off, he asked, "Can't you sleep well?"

Xia Xifeng took off his straw hat and fanned himself: "I don't know when the war of gods will start completely. I keep having nightmares."

Su Er said: "The day of complete opening should be the same as the day you predicted."

Xia Xifeng was surprised: "Teacher saw it?"

Soul shook his head: "I only saw some unimportant fragments. This can be confirmed without a prophecy."

The shadow of the tree deepened, and the rustling sound of leaves in the breeze disappeared in Xia Xifeng's ears.

Sur lifted up the corner of his robe and sat on the ground, while Amuruo's clone leaned against the tree trunk to "save energy".

Xia Xifeng sat next to Su Er and listened to the teacher impart knowledge of mysticism.

The start of the war between gods does not mean the beginning of the doomsday era.

Even if God destroys the dream world, Heavenly Father can restart the world.

Oh, the almighty parallel world.

Therefore, the beginning of the end of the world is equivalent to the Heavenly Father leaving his position of "staying out of it" and coming down to the world in person.

At this time, the traces of Heavenly Father are also included in the fate of this world. If this world is destroyed, it will be truly destroyed.

In other words, the day when the invading Creator God and Heavenly Father from the neighboring world fight each other will be the day when the doomsday era begins.

And that day must have important "meaning".

At Su's level, he couldn't judge the "meaning" of that day. This "meaning" could only be deduced by a deity at the level of a creator god.

But it doesn’t matter if they don’t know the specific “meaning”, they just need to know the date.

"So you don't need to worry about the unknown." Sur said, "When the prophet takes action, the future will change, but the nodes of fate will not change."

Xia Xifeng stretched out his legs, supported his hands at his sides, and looked up at the tree that seemed to be frozen.

In other words, there are less than four years left.

"I thought I had done a lot. But then I thought, a few years is just a blink of an eye for the gods. In fact, most of the things the Outer Gods need to do have been done. I just made their arrangements not perfect." Xia Xifeng said.

He kept wondering why he and Qin Lang didn't travel back to the time when the outer gods first invaded.

But the more he learned about the mystic, the more confused Xia Xifeng became. The so-called "rigidity" was probably not a dimension of time that he could understand.

Perhaps he and Qin Lang can only approach this point.

Who knows the world better than the Father? He doesn't need to question, he just needs to work.

"Thank you, teacher." Xia Xifeng finally felt relieved. "It's great to be a prophet. Knowing is much more reassuring than not knowing."

Suer smiled and didn't answer.

Is it really okay?

There is hope only when the future is uncertain. No matter how difficult the present is, living beings can “take one step at a time” and will not despair immediately.

When most creatures learn that the end of the world is coming, they will suffer a mental breakdown and will not have the courage to change their fate.

Even people with a strong spirit will be dragged into the quagmire of despair if they put in the effort but watch the predicted future gradually become reality.

Many a prophets is captured by despair before being captured by fate.

Xiaofeng is such a good boy that makes him proud.

"Once the seed development is on track, you need to refocus your efforts on developing cheap magic devices," said Sur. "When the apocalypse arrives, everyone will become a warrior. We are in dire need of weapons."

Xia Xifeng patted his head. "Yeah, I forgot about that. Military settlements require both farming and training! Building high walls and storing up grain isn't about eating up all the food you have. It requires a combination of training and storing grain. Otherwise, how can we protect the crops we've grown?"

Su Er praised his disciple: "The word 'juntun' is very appropriate. Is Xiaofeng's family also a lord? You are very good at being a lord."

Xia Xifeng shook his head vigorously: "We don't have any lords there. With this little knowledge, you wouldn't be considered suitable to be a lord, right? Our elementary school students... even children might understand."

Children also read historical comic books, play "XX Glory", and watch various magical adaptations of ancient costume dramas.

Suer was very curious about Xia Xifeng's hometown.

He thought that when this mission was over and Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang returned to their hometown, he would also ask God to send him to travel to Xia Xifeng and Qin Lang's hometown for a while.

When this doomsday crisis is over, the "merits" he and Amuruo have accumulated should be enough to escape from this world.

They can finally let go of everything and enjoy life in peace. At that time, Amuruo will no longer act like a child and throw tantrums, complaining that he doesn't care enough about him.

There is a time difference between the Human Empire and the City of Hope.

When Su Er and Xia Xifeng were chatting, it was night in the human imperial capital.

As they chatted, Soul stopped chatting.

He stood up, turned towards the direction of the human imperial capital, and sneered, "The Outer Gods have indeed discovered the identities of Amuruo and me."

After Amuruo went to the Elf Empire, they revealed their disguise in the Human Empire.

"It's a pity it's useless." Su Er stretched and said to Xia Xifeng, "Keep doing what we can. This world is not ours alone."

Xia Xifeng also guessed what Teacher Suer was saying from the system broadcast.

He and Qin Lang are still waiting for the final chapter of the "Mystery of the Fall of the Sun."

They thought that they had to complete the task by themselves.

The system now reports that the main quest "The Mystery of the Falling Sun" has been completed and the rewards will be distributed soon.

They didn't do anything, but the mission was accomplished.

It turns out they can do nothing and still complete the mission. It turns out they don't need to know the answer to the puzzle and still complete the mission.

"Yes, we are not the only ones in this world." Xia Xifeng stroked his chest, "The survival of the world does not just rest on our shoulders."

Sur smiled and said, "As a prophet, you must always remember this."

Xia Xifeng's smile was no longer gloomy: "Yeah!"

In the system, Qin Lang rarely took the initiative to contact Xia Xifeng and cursed a few times.

Qin Lang wasn't as sentimental as Xia Xifeng. He was actually mad that the mission had been automatically completed, and he'd missed out on 100 million worth of game content.

He was also thinking about entering the parallel world copy next time to practice new moves.

Xia Xifeng was shocked.

Compared to himself, Qin Lang was like a pure fourth disaster.

Look, the world crisis has been resolved, but he's still not happy! What about your values?

Xia Xifeng had long known that Qin Lang had no moral values. Sometimes he seemed to be just wearing a layer of human skin and barely pretending to be a human being.

As they grew older, Qin Lang's fake persona disappeared, transforming him into a genuine person, only slightly smarter and more aloof. Xia Xifeng hadn't felt this emotional in a long time.

I didn’t expect that after traveling through time, Qin Lang’s skin was broken!

Xia Xifeng felt sorry for Qin Lang and asked Qin Lang to wear a good human skin.

Qin Lang ignored Xia Xifeng's insults and slander and continued to complain.

Xia Xifeng looked very happy.

Qin Lang used to say that he loved to complain. It was so fun to see Qin Lang complaining!

Xia Xifeng shared Qin Lang's defense breakthrough with the teacher.

Su Er didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How come Xiao Lang's personality is similar to Amuruo's? It's like he has been Amuruo's disciple since he was a child."

Xia Xifeng bluntly complained about Amuruo in front of his clone: ​​"That's right, I've noticed a long time ago that Qin Lang's personality is really similar to Mr. Amuruo's, especially that 'I'm tired, may the world end' look, they're so similar!"

Amuruo's clone raised his eyes lazily.

Amuruo, who was far away in the World Tree Guardian Holy Land, twitched the corner of his mouth.

It’s because of your and Suer’s bad personalities that Qin Lang and I are tired.